On this night of solitude
I didn't finish my food
Crappy
poetry, I know. But that was exactly what I was thinking as I stared at
my El Pollo Loco leftovers after dinner tonight. I stared across the
table and found… no one. This is not unusual for me. On nights like
this, I reaffirm that I’m a loner at heart.
Tonight,
I wanted to do some thinking thinking (in Tagalog, muni-muni. Ngek,
corny). I just wanted to think with no interruption. To let my thoughts
flow. To daydream. To observe people. And indulge in food.
I
thought about what would have happened if I spent this night
differently. I thought about what dessert would do the best job in
cheering me up. I thought about our move to Production. I thought about
how things never change. I daydreamed of what would have happened if
things did change. I guessed if the couples passing by the window would
really end up together. And I ate a lot of chicken, salsa, and Spanish
rice in pita wraps -- the works.
I
walked back to the office with a big tummy with no room for dessert and
a full mind with thoughts running around. I went back to the office
thinking that like my times of driving and jogging, tonight's date with
myself is alone time well-spent.